Love in the Hills

By Brian Relix

After a stagecoach robbery, two friends Sue and Curly are separated while trying to escape the law. Exhausted, the younger Sue finds refuge on a lonely farm in the middle of the prairie. She falls in love with young Eddie, who hides her from the law in the barn. But Sue's camouflage is quickly blown, and she falls under the erotic spell of him...

Immerse yourself in a rousing whirlpool of passion, love! Let your imagination run wild …
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gonzales Garcia
• Release date: May 11, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223667575

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Table of Contents

The Robbery Girls

Uninhibited encounter in the barn

Love in the hills

Discovered

Penalty

Eddie's return

The beginning of the end

Danger!

Old love

Surprise

Dream

Sweet lips

The back seat

Blue Twilight

Lina in thoughts

Two women

Summer dress

A kiss

Love in the Hills

Author: Brian Relix

The Robbery Girls

Wild West. 1881

The two young women rode as fast as the wind. Her two horses raced through the sun-shimmering prairie. Their manes twirled back wildly, their hooves made a deafening noise. The young women's bodies rode the horses in a tense stance, their eyes fixed on the horizon and not straying an inch. Someone watching the two daring riders might have thought they were running away from someone. And judging by their speed, this could have been death himself.

But it was not like that. Rather the opposite was the case. The two women were not fleeing, but were chasing the noon stagecoach out of Dustville, a small, seedy town in the middle of nowhere on the dusty and hot prairie. They had the goal firmly in mind. Far ahead, on the horizon, the carriage rocked back and forth on the uneven and dry ground. The glowing sun was almost at its zenith in the cloudless, blue sky, its rays stinging and burning on the skin.

Doesn't matter. The stagecoach was the only thing that mattered now. Not the unpleasant sweat under their thick leather pants, in the rough boots made of cowhide or on the skin under the thin blouses that fit tightly to the upper body. It didn't bother the two women that small rivulets of sweat ran down their flushed faces under their hats, which were pulled low over their faces. That damn stagecoach was the only thing that mattered.

They rode on at this infernal speed for another ten minutes. The carriage grew in size and finally the women slowed their horses. They looked at each other and grinned.

Then let's go again, said Curly, the brunette, and pulled her triangular scarf over her mouth and nose.

You say it, the red-haired Sue replied and did the same.

Then they both looked into the distance at the stagecoach.

What do you think, how much will they have loaded?, Sue asked and blinked against the sun.

Curly's eyes widened.

A lot, Sue. Very much. Trust me. I've been scouting the lunch coaches for the last two weeks and they've always had large sums on board. And the travelers are well-heeled and rich. We can certainly dust off a little jewelry there.

Sue giggled. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and pulled her hat lower over her face. Only her green cat eyes looked out of it.

Then we'll have some peace afterwards and can withdraw a bit, right? she asked the slightly older Curly.

She laughed and also pulled her hat down over her forehead.

You can bet on it, Sue. I guess we can live on the money waiting for us in this carriage for a long time. We're going to find a little refuge somewhere and relax a little.

Sue smiled and her eyes sparkled.

That sounds good. Let's go.

The two women urged their horses again, and in a few moments they were hurtling across the prairie toward the carriage again. There was bitter determination on their faces.

A hundred yards behind the rumbling carriage, Sue and Curly drew their pistols from their belt holsters and fired shots into the air. They yelled out loud, Hey! Hey! Stop! Hey! Hey! Stop!

The two men on the coach box looked around in panic and pulled out two rifles. Sue and Curly caught up to the carriage. One of each on each side.

Better let it be, cowboys! Sue shouted loudly. Otherwise I'll shoot a hole in your bloody hands! She fired again in the air and then aimed at the two drivers of the carriage. They quickly put their guns aside again when they saw Curly on the other side, also aiming at them, eyes fierce.

Stop! Curly yelled over the noise of the clattering carriage wheels.

With fear in their eyes, the two men stopped the carriage. In a few moments she was standing motionless in the blazing midday heat of the prairie. Only a few sparse cacti stood around at irregular intervals. Otherwise there was nothing here. The mountains shimmered indistinctly on the horizon.

Get off the coach box! Sue called. Will it be soon?

Now some heads appeared in the windows of the carriage. Two women and two men. The passengers. They looked out excitedly whispering. One of the women let out a horrified scream when she saw Sue.

Stay in the carriage, Sue said. Then nothing will happen to you. She aimed the pistol at the passengers, who immediately withdrew into the interior of the vehicle.

The two drivers of the carriage stumbled off the carriage and stopped in the blown dust. Sue and Curly rode up to them and stopped in front of them.

Okay, the rules are simple, boys, Curly said, holding the stunned drivers who hadn't uttered a sound with her Colt. Don't move unless we tell you to. Follow our instructions and you'll be rid of us in five minutes. If you don't stick to it, there will be blood, injuries or even death. Are we clear?

The two nodded.

Great, Sue said now. Now raise your hands and hold them up.

The two frightened men did as they were told. Sue and Curly looked at each other. Then they nodded to each other and dismounted from their horses. Side by side they walked towards the two men. Typical carriage drivers. Over sixty years old, no danger to Sue and Curly.

You're the robbery girls, aren't you? one of them stammered, looking the two young women up and down. You're those two broads who've been robbing carriages and banks for over three years, right?

Calm down, dude, Curly said.

Yes, it's you, he continued excitedly. Notorious, merciless and willing to blast people just like that.

Curly and Sue exchanged a serious look.

You have bounties on you, the other man said now, eyes wide.

Now that's enough, you old geezer, Sue said and waved the gun around. Shut up and give me money. Everything.

The two carriage drivers looked at the two women paralyzed and could hardly move.

Move! Sue screamed. The two old people woke up from their rigid state in a flash and stumbled side by side past the carriage backwards. Sue accompanied her.

Curly walked briskly to the carriage's passenger compartment, climbed the two steps up, and looked in through the window. Two men, two women. There were no more passengers.

Hello, Curly said gently but firmly. You must have noticed. This is a raid. Keep quiet and do everything we tell you. Then nothing will happen to you. I would now ask you all to hand over your jewelry and valuables to me.

The passengers seemed even more shocked than the two old drivers. They stared at Curly with huge eyes and mouths in amazement.

The Robbery Girls, whispered one of the noble ladies with a huge hat on her head. Actually. it's you Please don't hurt us.

She seemed close to tears.

Why should we harm you? Curly asked, frowning.

Because you're both insane, replied one of the two men with wire-rimmed glasses on the bridge of their noses. For three years you have been wanted by wanted poster because you keep robbing banks and carriages and don't shy away from murder. He made a disgusted face. Disgusting.

Take it easy, my friend, Curly said, aiming the Colt at the guy. Otherwise it will bang. Bring your valuables! I say it for the last time!

Behind the carriage, Sue kept the two drivers in check with her pistol. She stood a safe distance of ten feet behind them. The two old guys took a heavy box out of the storage room and placed it in the sand in front of Sue.

Open up!, Sue ordered.

The two bent down and opened the box. Countless bills emerged, bundled and smooth. Sue smiled behind her towel.

Bring the crate to our horses! Hurry up!

The two men were sweating, and looking awkward and unsteady at the gun pointed at them, they picked up the crate and carried it over to Sue and Curly's horses.

Sue followed at a safe distance. Arriving at the horses, the two carriage drivers looked around.

There's a black leather bag hanging from my saddle, Sue said authoritatively. Open it, put money in it!

The two hurried. They were terrified. Sue saw it in their faces. She'd seen that look on many of the people she and Curly had mugged. Uncontrolled, pale and nervous. Inside, they wondered if they would survive the whole thing.

It took the two men just under a minute. Then they had transferred all the bills from the box into the bag.

Okay, Sue said and waved the gun over to the carriage. Now move over there and stand in front of the carriage. On your knees, hands up. Understood?

They nodded eagerly and did what Sue ordered them to do.

How far are you? she called to Curly.

Just about done, she replied.

After a few seconds she descended the two steps from the carriage and backed towards Sue, keeping the passengers staring out of the cabin at bay with her pistol.

No one moves! Curly called over to the carriage. If even one of you moves, I'll shoot him down. Understood?

Curly reached Sue and the horses. In her other hand she held the passengers' jewelry in a thick pouch. Sue and Curly looked at each other. they grinned. Then they nodded and mounted their horses. They glanced at the carriage one last time, touched the brims of their hats in greeting, then turned and rode off.

They will catch you this time!, Sue heard a man scream from the carriage behind her. Yes, they will hunt you down and kill you, you stupid whores! And then they will hang you!

His voice trailed off, because quite quickly Sue and Curly were traveling so fast on their two horses that the noise of the hooves covered everything else.

The robbery had succeeded.

They rode at that pace for a long time until they felt relatively safe. After an hour they reached a small forest in the middle of the prairie, which they had scouted out earlier. It offered shade, a small source of water, and was relatively far from the raid or the nearest small town.

Cheering, giggling and triumphant, Sue and Curly rode side by side into the grove, tossing their hats in the air and raising their hands to the sky. Arriving at the small water source, they dismounted and hugged.

Well done, Sue, Curly said. We've taken care of it for now.

Sue looked at her friend and examined her face with a smile.

Do you really mean that? asked the slightly smaller and younger woman with the red hair.

Of course, Curly said solemnly, laughing wide-eyed. Her brunette hair lay sweaty against her cheeks, We've been doing this for three years now and you're acting like a total pro. You're only twenty-three.

Sue hugged her friend again and hugged her body tightly.

Curly broke away from her and retrieved the heavy bag from her horse. Then she put them down near the water source. The water splashed softly from a small stream into a pond. The small trees all around donated pleasant shade. The two friends crouched down, opened the bag and couldn't believe how much money they had stolen. Incomprehensible.

Curly pulled out a handful of bills and held them in front of Sue's green cat eyes.

Sniff it, Curly said softly. That's the smell of wealth.

The two women giggled and enthusiastically tossed the wad of money into the air, the bills falling like leaves.

Sue jumped happily in the air and danced. Curly followed suit. They hugged again. Sue gave Curly a big kiss on the cheek. Curly stroked her sweaty hair. Then Curly's gaze lingered on the small pond.

What do you think of a refreshing bath?, she asked with a squint at Sue.

Sue frowned and grinned from her pretty face.

Whoever gets in the water first wins, she yelled, and stormed towards the pond.

Curly stumbled beside her and eventually both women, fully clothed, dropped into the pond. It splashed and immediately the refreshing wetness played around their bodies. The two rolled in it, could hardly believe their luck. Her blouses fitted snugly to her breasts, exposing the nipples. And her thick leather pants lay tight against her legs.

Come on, Curly said after a few minutes of romping. I'll wash off the sweat and dirt of the day.

She came close to Sue and brushed some long, red strands of hair out of her face. Calm descended in the small grove while the two women looked at each other seriously. Curly's fingertips slid over Sue's cheek. Sue trembled all over. She leaned back a little while Curly ran water over her hot face with her hands and gently washed it.

Is that good? Curly asked quietly. She watched Sue's reactions. Her cute redhead friend's lips quivered, her mouth slightly parted. She enjoyed